It appear he do like it.

Consequently I has to flick this whip--as them fellers at the races: All in this 'ere Ring's mine! as much as to say; and who's been hit, he's had fair warnin'.

I'm sorry for't, but that's just the case." Sir Austin retired to communicate with his son, when he should find him.
Algernon's interview passed off in ale and promises.

He also assured Farmer Blaize that no Feverel could be affected by his proviso.
No less did Austin Wentworth.

The farmer was satisfied.
"Money's safe, I know," said he; "now for the 'pology!" and Farmer Blaize thrust his legs further out, and his head further back.
The farmer naturally reflected that the three separate visits had been conspired together.